How They Met and Other Stories (Borzoi Books)
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Just in time for Valentine’s Day comes a confection from David Levithan that is sure to have fans of Boy Meets Boy eager to devour it. Here are 18 stories, all about love, all kinds of love. From the aching for the one you pine for, to standing up and speaking up for the one you love, to pure joy and happiness, these love stories run the gamut of that emotion that at some point has turned every one of us inside out and upside down.
What is love? With this original story collection, David Levithan proves that love is a many splendored thing, a varied, complicated, addictive, wonderful thing.
Lucy sat upon it And it went right up her It was, I thought, a simple equation: You find the right person. You do the right things. And from that, everything goes right. Like you have a contract with the universe, and these are the terms. I had no doubt Ashley was the right person. I had to hope I was doing the right things. But everything wasn’t going right. Some things were. But not everything. Ask me no more questions And I’ll tell you no more lies The boys are in the
have been written in lavender ink. I faked a laugh. “Oh, that. It’s another school spirit thing. First day of the football season, someone dresses up as a lion and comes out from under the bleachers onto the field. If we see its shadow, we know the season will be a long one. If not, we know it’s pretty much over before it’s begun. The whole school gets really into it.” “I can’t recall Thom mentioning that.” “He hasn’t? Maybe he thought it was a secret.” “I know what’s going on here.” Mr.
I kept score. Probably have an average that would get me kicked out of the minors. But every now and then, there’d be something in the paper. Or word would get back. People would find out and would find me.” “Like me,” I said. “Well, that remains to be seen.” “Geoff, the flight attendant who told me about you, said you were a kind of legend.” “Pshaw,” Mr. Schwartz exhaled dismissively. “I was probably just trying to jazz up my job during slow periods. I really did love it, though. Not this
at that moment, she couldn’t hand the garment bag over and let me open it as if it were a gift. No, instead she unzipped it herself, pulling out an astonishing blue dress and holding it out in front of me without a word of presentation. It looked like an ocean—it was that kind of blue. And although the neckline was bordering on a turtle’s, it was sleeveless—something I couldn’t have imagined my mother buying for me before. It was a party dress, a fancy dress. My first thought was that my father
could. Girls came and went behind me, beside me. One girl, drunk, put her hand on my shoulder and asked, “Who are you?” “I’m Andrew Chang’s date,” I said. She nodded, swerved away, then swerved back. “Who’s he?” she asked. “Friend of the family.” She nodded again. I wanted her to stay, to ask me something else. But she left to be with her friends. I returned to the prom but hung in the back, against the wall. It was strange to be watching all these people I didn’t know. At first, I felt